But god help me if it didn't try to murder me. since I got home from Montana I had one hell of a cold that developed into bronchitis. My laptop broke. The roommate that was supposed to schedule the carpet cleaners gave thewrong address so moving had to be pushed back a day leading to a panic about uhauls and where the hell I could stay for a night (as my lease ran out the next morning). Cat staying with a good friend that she loves apparently developed some sort of PTSD and was more aggressive and stressed than I've ever seen her. and it all culminated in my falling and stretching my ankle so badly I've been walking with a cane.

But I'm out!I got a bed, cat us settling, and best of all no more crazy bitch lady!

Now imma relax and try not to die.